Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped several degrees in an instant.


Wang Anfeng's feigned indifference vanished, his mind reciting Prajna, shedding all external appearances. Extraneous thoughts dissipated, and he became as tranquil as a deep lake.


His right hand lay flat on the table without a response. To the hidden Sixth Rank Martial Artist beside him, the youth's demeanor suddenly lost all its edges. Sitting at the table, he seemed as if he were a thousand miles away, elusive and beyond grasp. The swordsman's confidence began to waver.


Suddenly, the youth gently laughed and said warmly,


"This house of the elderly gentleman is not small."


Wang Anfeng's spine straightened inch by inch, sitting upright, his eyes slightly closed, he said softly,


"Although the house is not small, I am but three zhang away from you."


Chapter 9: The Real Requirement (1/2)